My heart raced at breakneck speeds
my lips faltered, the words choked
could I kiss her, would she me?
The words came and uor lips met
our consciousness became one.
Her kiss a burning malestrom
consuming me with passion.

Such a kiss led to yearning
desire for the morrows come
could it be this wonderful?
The night came, we mwt alone
a lifetime of embracing.
Slowly I undressed her form
more to savour each moment.

Her body a cathedral
and I knelt at its altar
worshiping her every part.
caressing each point with love
bringing her to the limits.
Accompanying each other
into a blissful heaven.

Never before has passion
been so lovingly released
so completely unified.
Is there life after heaven
can perfection be so real?
Like a pair of matching gloves
we are meant to be as one.